It is as though the human race is always only waiting for permission to hate.

Without hesitation, Dove chose the nowhere road. For that was the only place, in his heart of hearts, that he really wanted to go.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.

You never really feel somebody's suffering. You only feel their death.

Don't sacrifice the permanent on the altar of the immediate.

I can't paint. I can't write. I can't sing. But I can decorate and run a house, and light it, and heat it, and have it like a living thing.

Learning the art of expressing gratitude will force you to focus on the positive.

You are most like Christ, when you remain silent under attack.

So much of science proceeds by telling stories.

You have to practice until you die.